Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past. Obfuscates the self mind,
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ripped it away. Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god. I think not,
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serpent get thee behind me. Eradicated your somnambulant enigma. This field
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has lain fallow, won't erode, won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned
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mind. No, I won't soak up your misery, won't soak up your weakness, won't
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soak up your banality. Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've
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done. Taste the frost, you chose your own death you know that you choose
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well. I hate myself but not as much as I hate you. Tear yourself down.
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Resurrection #9
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Lamb Of God |